Monday, June 05, 2006

EXHIBITION OF FLATTERY

The last kiss he gave took 4 years to eraseI remembered the blindness of loveAll I saw was his light and crooked shapesResembling intimate ritualsHe powdered my eyes with blasphemyThe pitter-patter of fingers pokedOn my pasty faceIndented with delusionsIn a raw state I soaked my heartThe size of chestnut under rough coversSynthetic flesh screams mille-feuille of hate

Almost he wants to tell me he caresAlmost he wants to touch the fetish dreams we shared

and yes, if you believe in magic , you were right with your first comment , I will keep up the good work , writing my book. A project i visit , and then leave alone and visit and leave alone. I just need to be more commited , but you , you have this writing thing in the bag ! take care , and thank you for inspiration !http://www.blackpurls.typepad.com